‘It’s guaranteed, beautiful Lauren,’ Demetrius told her. ‘Guaranteed?’ He strutted across the wide expanse of his pretentious office. Lauren...had never seen a desk that large, and the green, curved leather chair was a perfect match. The long couch she was sitting on would accommodate four people, and the drinks cabinet to the side was always well stocked, and frequently used. Tonight was the first time he’d offered her a drink. She had to admit, he was an impressive sight in his dark blue. "I didn't think I'd ever hear from you again. After that time with Ash, I thought, well, I don't know what I thought, but anyway... How are you?" Fine. Fine," said Sophie automatically. And then remembering herself. "Well, actually not fine at all. D'you wanna meet up this evening?" This evening?" Justin wondered. "Well, I told Ash..." I'd really like to see you, Justin." Oh. All right! But you won't mind, will you, if I don't tell Ashley. She got real upset that last time. In fact, she often. Annika ordered two wines from a waitress before leaning towards Denise and shouted over the music, ‘Your father has an interest in this club, it’s one of his favorites!’ At that moment, a dancer, wearing a minimal string bikini with three narrow oval slivers of material that barely covered her nipples and labia, danced onto the stage above them. She smiled broadly, shimmied her butt, pumped her hips, and shook her breasts for anyone that came to the stage with money. When the music quieted,. And she'd live longer."Ashley couldn't find and argument to counter her husband's commentary. She filed the information away though. Brad didn't like fat women and wouldn't make the effort to get it up for sexual encounters with them. It was a thing she needed to know, no matter how resentful she felt about it. Her second husband hadn't been so picky. For the first time, Ashley began to wonder what she'd gotten herself into."Now there's a woman and a half," Brad said enthusiastically, not.